I am staring at the roof of the Boeing 767 that is currently taking me from Perth, Australia to Sydney. It's a Tuesday afternoon so the flight is less than 50% capacity, which means I have 4 seats all to myself. I am completely stretched out, and although I am 6'5, I actually am quite comfortable. The flight is 5 hours long, and we are about 3 hours into it, the cabin is dark, quiet, and very peaceful. I fly quite often and I love it. I always do my best thinking when I am flying (and long distance swimming & running) and its very cathartic for me.
I will be back in Sydney for 4 more days hanging out with my friend Karen Fisher, and then back to Los Angeles and my normal life. Perth was fantastic, I spent 5 days & nights with a civilian (non-industry) girl there and we had a very enjoyable time. We worked out together, took the train into the city, went to an Australian Rules Football match, went to a gay bar for a personal meal from the chef, dined with her father & his girlfriend, and just generally enjoyed each other's company. It was peaceful, relaxing, and just want I wanted. Saying good-bye for the 3rd time now was much harder than the previous two.
I am listening to a 50 song mix of soulful, melodic, ballads on my iTunes, and currently Moving Mountains by Usher is playing. Damn, a sad song? Why now? lol
After my last entry from Bangkok, I got dozens of emails from fans & readers along with dozens of Facebook messages from friends from my distant past. They expressed their thoughts on my situation and some suggestions on how to proceed moving forward.
I wanted to clear something up...I am fine...I am going to be fine...I will always be fine. I work very hard every day and work ethic will ALWAYS see me through any type of hardship or problem. The sky is not falling, I am simply thinking about my long term future and how to make it a pleasurable reality. Please don't think for a second that I am depressed or desperate. I actually think I should be much happier than I am, simply because I don't want to be content in my current situation.
Australia is a beautiful country filled with a startling variety of ethnicities. Of course I am not smart enough to visit in the summer, because the Australian summer is the opposite from ours, so its winter here. Genius I know. But its still in the 60s and not that chilly, so its fine. I just want to go to the beaches when its 100 and all the hot aussie babes are hanging out in bikinis surfing, throwing boomerangs, petting kangaroos, and throwing some shrimp on the barbie.
I have been gone from the states since May 27th, and now with my homeward flight less than 4 days away, I have to start thinking about my normal life again. I have done a lot of thinking since I left, and I think I am going to stick around Los Angeles at least until January 1st, 2014. I know I spoke about moving to Las Vegas but first I need to downsize my stuff here in LA first. I have a huge 2 story 2.5 bathroom 2 bedroom place full of stuff. Its mostly books (fuck you kindle) but whatever. lol
Okay its 130am here in Sydney and I need some sleep. The fucking Spurs wore me out today and I am so stressed and nervous about Game 7...brutal.
